This chapter covers 1x15 :)

'You didn't have to do this, you know,' Wyatt murmured.

'Of course I did,' Lucy replied, smiling back at him.

He looked around fondly at the camp bed she had helped him set up, the portable heater, the bag of food, the spare clothes and toiletries, all of which she had bought from a nearby supermarket. Rufus and Agent Christopher had left about half an hour ago, but Lucy had insisted on staying to help Wyatt get as settled as he possibly could…which was particularly hard for a fugitive hiding out in an abandoned warehouse.

'I just wish I could do more,' Lucy went on, frowning miserably at Wyatt's new home. 'If it weren't for my mom, I'd just let you stay over at my house-'

'No, you wouldn't, because Rittenhouse are watching all of you,' Wyatt said firmly. 'It's risky enough you even being here. I appreciate it, Lucy, really, but…I can't put you in danger like that, I'm on the run from the cops and from Rittenhouse, I'm not going anywhere near your place.'

Lucy pursed her lips, annoyed. 'Fine. I'm not gonna keep arguing with you about it.'

'Good,' Wyatt said, half-smiling in amusement at the disgruntled expression on her face. 'Now sit down and eat something with me.'

As they ate their way through the food she had brought him, Lucy told Wyatt about everything he had missed since being taken into custody. She went over their mission to Paris, and recounted how Master Sergeant David Baumgardner, his old colleague from the Delta Force, had been shot dead by one of Flynn's henchmen. Wyatt took the news relatively well – after all, he had gotten so used to pain and grief over the past few days that he felt almost numb from feeling it – and gently moved the topic of conversation on to talk to Lucy about her father.

Her face fell the moment he mentioned his name. 'I spoke to him.'

'What?'

'Yeah, I went to see him…before the Paris mission today,' Lucy admitted sadly. 'He told me Rittenhouse is in my blood. It's my…destiny or whatever.'

'Don't listen to him. You cannot let that bastard get to you, all right?' Wyatt said urgently. 'Lucy, you're an amazing person, you are a good person. You're not one of them.'

'You don't know that, Wyatt, you just see the best in me,' Lucy mumbled.

'I see the real you,' Wyatt corrected her, his voice soft and his words causing butterflies to somersault in Lucy's stomach.

Lucy looked up at him with tearful eyes and smiled, and he gazed back at her, never wanting to look away. Then she reached out and placed her hand over his wrist.

'Wyatt, I…Rufus told me what happened in Ohio the other day,' she said quietly.

'You mean that I killed an innocent man,' Wyatt said.

Lucy frowned at his tone. 'You didn't kill him, the storm killed him.'

'But he'd never have been outside if it wasn't for me losing my mind like that. I was so reckless,' he said irritably, sighing, but then his lips twitched. 'Bet it's music to your ears to hear me admit that.'

Lucy tilted her head at him. 'No. Maybe it would have been once, but now I…Wyatt, I'm…I'm so sorry for what you're going through. I can't even begin to imagine. And I know the last thing you want to do is talk about it, but I'm here if you need…well, anything.'

Wyatt looked at her and began to shake his head slowly, a bemused half-smile on his face. 'I don't deserve you, you know,' he murmured softly.

'What do you mean?' Lucy asked, her voice shaking with nerves slightly; his tender gaze was overwhelming her.

'You're…you've been so supportive about this, even when I've been such a self-centred jerk about it. You should be mad at me,' Wyatt said indignantly, and he ignored her when she opened her mouth to protest. 'No, Lucy, I'm serious. I messed things up for the team, I abandoned you and Rufus and that ended up in Dave getting killed, an innocent guy ended up dead because of me, I risked changing the timeline in ways I can't even...'

'You did what anyone else would have done in your situation, Wyatt. And you need to stop blaming yourself for everything,' Lucy said earnestly. 'Seriously. It won't do you any good.'

Wyatt smiled amusedly at her. 'Yes, ma'am,' he said, and Lucy laughed. 'What?'

'Just…I couldn't let Dave call me 'ma'am' on the mission,' she admitted.

'Nothing new there,' Wyatt said, shrugging, and she realised that he didn't understand what she'd meant at all…he didn't know he was the only one who could call her that now.

'I thought your guy was Wyatt.'

Lucy blinked rapidly as she tried to shake Flynn's voice from the mission today out of her head. Even a rogue terrorist could see through her, and it was terrifying her that her feelings were becoming more and more difficult to hide. Wyatt smiled sadly at the look on her face.

'C'mon, you need to get going,' he said gently.

Lucy blushed. 'S-sorry, I didn't mean to-'

'No, I don't want you to go,' Wyatt reassured her, smiling, 'I just…'

'You're not a burden, Wyatt,' Lucy said, frowning. 'I can stay.'

Wyatt wanted nothing more than for her to keep him company. He couldn't bear to be alone, not when he was feeling so broken, so full of despair. But he also knew he couldn't bear for Lucy to be in harm's way or associated with him in any way if the authorities found his location.

'It's not safe here,' he pointed out in a low voice.

Lucy scoffed. 'It's not safe anywhere for any of us now.'

'You know that's true, it's not like you're gonna get abducted in your mom's house, is it?' Wyatt said, his lips twitching, and Lucy rolled her eyes.

'You make a fair point,' she admitted, and she rose up from the camp bed.

'This was nice, though,' Wyatt said, standing up too. 'Thank you for…being with me and getting all this stuff, you really shouldn't have…'

Lucy smiled warmly at him. 'Anytime. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah? I think Agent Christopher said to meet here at nine.'

'Well that won't be a problem for me, I'm not going anywhere,' Wyatt said, and she grinned at him.

'Goodnight, Wyatt,' she said, brushing his arm briefly before heading towards the exit.

'Goodnight, Lucy. Text me when you're home, okay?' Wyatt called after her anxiously, and Lucy turned back to nod and smile reassuringly at him before heading up the steps, leaving Wyatt alone in the warehouse.

He sank back onto the camp bed the moment the door had clanged shut behind Lucy, and breathed in the smell of her floral perfume that still lingered in the spot where she had been sat beside him. Smiling fondly to himself, Wyatt then got out the new cell phone that Agent Christopher had provided him with, knowing that he would never be able to sleep until he knew Lucy was safe, and waited patiently for her text.

When Lucy and Rufus were summoned into work a few days later, they were horrified when Agent Neville broke the news of their amended assignment. Their job was now to travel to Houston in 1962, to erase Garcia Flynn from existence by killing his younger, innocent mother. Lucy and Rufus tried to refuse, but were warned that if they did, they would be charged with aiding and abetting a wanted terrorist, and so they were left with no choice but to go with their newest team member, Sergeant Major Caleb Sullivan, into the Lifeboat.

As Rufus set up the engines ready to travel, Lucy found herself fumbling rather nervously with her seatbelts - she nearly asked Sullivan to help strap her in, but his rude manner was off-putting...and anyway, it wasn't his job to buckle her into her seat. Only Wyatt could do that. It was their thing now.

When they landed in Houston, Lucy and Rufus carried out Wyatt's proposed plan with surprising ease - Rufus turned around and shot Sullivan with a tranquiliser gun; Lucy anxiously grabbed Sullivan's pistol from his jacket pocket and held it up to him right as he collapsed onto her lap, unconscious. She tried to control her panicked breathing as Rufus reset the coordinates to land back in 2017, but it was difficult...they were breaking the law, stealing the time machine, going against every principle Lucy had ever held...her whole life had been completely shattered by this job.

'You can do it, guys, think of all you've done since we first met, it'll be easy,' Wyatt had said to them both encouragingly earlier that morning.

'Threatening a soldier with a gun, though?' Lucy had said doubtfully, exchanging a nervous glance with Rufus.

'He should already be knocked out by that point, you'll be fine. Trust me,' Wyatt had said earnestly, and he'd sighed. 'Look…if you'd rather stick with this new guy and get on with the mission at hand, then I completely understand…I can't ask you to break the law for me.'

'Don't be ridiculous. We want you with us. There's only you, Wyatt,' Lucy had said firmly, and the smiles they had shared firmly marked the end of that little debate.

Wyatt had appeared confident and reassuring at the time when telling Lucy and Rufus what to do at the time...but now, waiting in the warehouse in Oakland with Agent Christopher, Wyatt found himself getting steadily more anxious.

'Rufus's virus should have kicked into the software at headquarters now,' Agent Christopher announced heavily, glancing at her watch. 'They won't be able to trace the Lifeboat.'

Wyatt frowned. 'So they should be here any second. Or they should already be here-'

'They will be. Quit worrying,' Agent Christopher said, a little irritably; she was fed up of Wyatt's agitated twitching and worrying, as it wasn't exactly doing much to help her own nerves.

'God, I wish I'd gone over it more with them,' Wyatt said, grimacing as he ran a hand through his hair. 'What if the new guy fights back?'

'No one can fight a tranquiliser, Wyatt, relax. She'll be absolutely fine,' Agent Christopher said calmly.

'But what if she-' But then Wyatt broke off, realising what Agent Christopher had just said, and he frowned at the insinuation. 'Wait, what, I'm talking about Lucy and Rufus, I-'

'Yes, yes, whatever,' Agent Christopher interrupted, rolling her eyes exasperatedly at him.

She glanced at her cell phone as Wyatt paced around, but then to their relief, a great gust of wind that nearly blew them backwards announced that the Lifeboat had arrived. As the machine rumbled and whirred, Wyatt and Agent Christopher both got out their guns and rushed up to the capsule as the door slid open.

'It's us! We're okay!' came Lucy's familiar call, slightly higher in pitch than usual.

Wyatt approached the open doorway calmly, his gun out and ready to aim, then froze when he took in the sight before him. Lucy was propping up the unconscious unknown soldier with her heel, her bare leg stretched out to hold him up so he didn't fall from Wyatt's seat, and she had a pistol gun pointed directly at him. Not only that, her face was alive and beaming with excitement. In that moment, Wyatt had never been more attracted to her.

Lucy was laughing. 'We made it!' she said giddily, disbelieving.

Wyatt climbed up into the capsule, impressed. 'You did it! You held the gun like I said, huh?' he said to Rufus.

'Yeah, pulled the trigger between breaths,' Rufus replied triumphantly, grinning.

'Rufus, you're a badass,' Wyatt said, as he turned to unfasten Sullivan from the seat.

'If by "badass," you mean scared out of my mind…' Rufus said, looking eager to get out of the Lifeboat.

'Okay…' Lucy whispered, relieved that at least that part was over, and Wyatt reached out to help her as she unbuckled herself from her seat.

Taking her hand, Wyatt helped Lucy out of the Lifeboat, and then went back inside to drag Sullivan's unconscious body out into the warehouse while she and Rufus went to talk to Agent Christopher.

'So…we just stole a giant piece of top-secret machinery and made ourselves fugitives from the US government,' Lucy was saying airily, pacing around the warehouse, and she leaned over, clutching her hands to her knees to try and steady herself; her knees were feeling rather shaky. 'All good.'

'You did the right thing,' Wyatt said, moving away from Sullivan and walking over to them. 'If Rittenhouse is running the shop, they can't have the time machine.'

Lucy cast him a disgruntled glance. 'Your sense of calm is super annoying,' she muttered.

Wyatt gave her a brief wry smile before turning to Rufus. 'Rufus, they can't track us? You shut them down?' he asked.

'Yeah, but it's only a matter of hours before Mason is able to counteract the worm and get the network back online,' Rufus explained.

'How much time does that give us?' Agent Christopher asked.

'The Lifeboat's battery is drained after two jumps,' Rufus replied agitatedly, clearly stressing out. 'It'll need four hours to recharge, if it even can, and-'

'Okay,' Wyatt murmured, trying to sound reassuring, but Rufus wasn't listening.

'-you know, if we don't get caught-'

'Okay! It's all right,' Wyatt interrupted, firmly but comfortingly as he looked at Lucy and Rufus's strained expressions. 'One step at a time.'

Rufus frowned; who was this new Wyatt in their midst? Wyatt looked over at Lucy, whose face seemed permanently set in a frown as she stared into space despairingly, trying to keep her breathing calm. She was wearing a long elegant forest green coat, with a leopard-print collar and long leather black gloves, and shiny pearls hung around her neck. She looked like a movie star…only not a happy one in the slightest.

'First step…' Wyatt said, looking Lucy up and down, and his lips twitched, 'let's go get your sister back.'

Lucy looked up at him, shocked, sure she must have misheard him. She turned to Agent Christopher, wondering if this had been some sort of joke or a secret plan the two had been concocting while waiting for the Lifeboat, but from the perplexed, horrified look on Agent Christopher's face, it was news to her as well. This was all Wyatt; he had been thinking about it for a while over the past few days, and knew it was the only thing left he wanted to do. Lucy's eyes felt suddenly wet as she turned back to gaze at Wyatt.

'What?' she murmured quietly, hardly daring to believe him, and a giddy smile broke free on her face, flooding Wyatt with warmth instantly.

Wyatt smiled back at her, his eyes and expression filled with such affection, such tenderness, that Rufus felt like he and Agent Christopher might as well not even be there; the two were completely lost in each other's gaze.

'I think that's reckless,' Agent Christopher said sternly. 'Flynn is still out there-'

'With all due respect, ma'am,' Wyatt said, turning away from Lucy's dazed face to address Agent Christopher, 'we don't work for the government anymore. I think Lucy deserves a shot.'

Lucy felt like she might cry with happiness. All those months ago, when they had returned from their first mission to the Hindenburg and Lucy had announced that Amy had been erased from existence, Wyatt himself had told her, very clearly, 'Trust me. We're gonna fix it.' Lucy had wanted to believe him, but as time had passed and nothing had happened, she had become more and more defeated, believing it to be a hopeless cause, and so she had grieved alone. But now Wyatt, the man she had fallen helplessly in love with since that day when everything had changed, wanted to prioritise getting Amy back before they did anything else, for Lucy, despite all the risks, despite everything he had recently been through. And it truly meant more to Lucy than she could say.

'I'll start the charge,' Rufus said kindly, because of course he would be in full support of this too. He was her best friend, her family, just like Wyatt was. They were in this together, and nothing could ever change that.

Half-laughing, half-crying, Lucy wrapped her arms around Rufus in a fierce hug. 'Thank you,' she said, before releasing him so he could go and set up the engines in the Lifeboat.

Lucy then rushed over to hug Wyatt in delight, still laughing, and Wyatt was taken aback as she flung her arms around him, having never seen her smile so ecstatically. The way she threw herself at him made him grunt in surprise and nearly knocked him off his feet, but he gripped her back tightly with a laugh, pleased. It made him so happy to see her like that, so full of pure joy.

'Thank you,' Lucy whispered in his ear, beaming, her eyes full of tears.

Wyatt smiled warmly at her as they reluctantly broke apart and then tried to play it cool; they needed to focus on this mission to get Amy back first, before he needed to focus on the inevitable question of what he was going to do about this amazing woman and the effect she had been having on him for much longer than he'd previously thought.

'So, what's the plan?' Wyatt asked her eagerly.

'Okay, so, um…' Lucy's voice shook, slightly; she was overwhelmed by how this was suddenly really happening. 'We go to 1979, UC Berkeley, and we make sure that my mom and Henry Wallace meet.'

She was laughing delightedly, her eyes still sparkling with tears, and Wyatt realised then that he wanted nothing more than to see her be this happy with that beautiful smile and alight expression all the time.

'They always said that it was love at first sight. They knew the minute that they laid their eyes on each other!' Lucy said excitedly.

'Well, let's go play cupid,' Wyatt said, and they grinned at each other…but then Lucy's laughter was cut short as a familiar alarm began to sound from inside the Lifeboat.

Rufus peeped his head out from the capsule door, a pitiful look on his face. 'It's Flynn. He's jumped,' he announced, a hint of anger in his quiet voice.

Lucy turned to face Wyatt in despair, her eyes still full of tears but not ones of joy now. Wyatt's smile had disappeared, and his face was firmly set.

'Where?' Wyatt asked Rufus, and as his eyes flickered apologetically to Lucy, she knew then that it was no good – her short burst of hope and happiness had never been meant to be after all. Stupid Garcia Flynn had seen to that.

'Chicago, 1931,' Rufus replied heavily, and Lucy groaned.

'I can't think of any reason why he'd go there unless he's after Al Capone.'

'Oh God,' Wyatt said irritably, scratching his head and rolling his eyes. 'What would he need Capone for?'

Lucy shrugged helplessly. 'The more and more we do this, the less I have any idea of how Flynn's mind works,' she muttered bitterly, wandering away from them. 'So this just screws everything up, doesn't it?'

Wyatt didn't answer her; he didn't know how to. Instead, he, Rufus and Agent Christopher debated for a few minutes on their options while Lucy stayed away, gazing down defeatedly at the floor while she tried to block out their argument. They had been so close. So close to possibly getting Amy back. Now what was going to happen?

'What the hell are we supposed to do?' Rufus was saying agitatedly.

'It's one problem at a time,' Wyatt said, annoyingly calm, and Lucy clasped a hand to her forehead as she listened. 'And right now that is Flynn taking the Mothership to 1931.'

'Except now Rittenhouse has taken over Mason Industries, and they might be ten times worse than Flynn,' Rufus pointed out, and he frowned. 'Maybe we're fighting the wrong battle.'

'You're the one who said we can't let Flynn take a wrecking ball to everyone and everything,' Agent Christopher protested.

'That was before we stole a time machine, became fugitives, and Jiya was forced to work next to a bunch of homicidal dicks!' Rufus shouted, panicked, and Wyatt sighed, staring worriedly over at Lucy, whose back was to them and who had been silent for a while now.

'Rufus, like it or not, we're the only ones who can stop Flynn from hurting people,' Agent Christopher said.

'And what about my sister?' Lucy said sharply, turning around to face them all with an accusing expression as she walked up to them. 'Huh? I mean, this was my last shot. If we don't do this now, I may never see my sister again. They track us down after we get back from Chicago, it is over. My sister will be gone forever.'

Her voice was shaking, and her eyes were threatening to spill more tears. It was heart-breaking.

'Okay, look, I get it,' Wyatt said urgently, stepping forward to calm her. 'None of us should have to give up our families. I know, I'm the last person that should be saying that, because I'm the selfish ass that went after my wife, but still. Letting Flynn murder through time? That's madness. And I think somewhere deep down, we all can admit that. Rittenhouse or not, Flynn's not gonna stop until we stop him. So, why us? There's nobody else but us.'

Lucy could think of nothing to say in response to his little empowering speech. So she simply gazed tearfully at him, awestruck by his sudden passion for the cause, and gave a little shaky nod before retreating to sit down in a secluded corner of the warehouse as Rufus grudgingly began to set up the Lifeboat ready to launch for 1931.

While Rufus went to phone Jiya in order to ask her to keep up the computer virus that was blocking their CPU signal, Wyatt wandered over to Lucy, who was sat on one of the crates with a glum look in her eyes.

'Hey,' he murmured, sitting down next to her.

Lucy smiled sadly at him. 'I'm sorry, I know I'm being...difficult. I just...I never even imagined or expected that we would try to get Amy back today, but when you said it, I guess I just got my hopes up,' she admitted.

Wyatt tilted his head at her. 'And I meant it.'

'How? How can you mean it, when you weren't able to get the person you love back?' Lucy asked, and Wyatt felt his heart sink, the pain still raw from his ordeal. 'Wouldn't you just be bitter about it if...'

'Lucy, if we managed to get your sister back, I would be thrilled for you. Just like you would be for me,' Wyatt said earnestly, and he sighed. 'Anyway, it's like Agent Christopher said, it's different. Jessica died. But Amy...she was just, what, never born? It's just wrong. Travelling through time messed up her existence but...maybe it can fix it as well.'

'You really believe that? Even after everything?' Lucy murmured, amazed.

'Yeah, I do. And so do you. Just...focus on Flynn for now. We'll get through this. We'll sort out whatever the hell he's up to in Chicago 1931, and then we will go and get Amy back, no matter what it takes, I promise,' Wyatt said determinedly. 'Just one more trip to stop Flynn, then save your sister. One problem at a time, okay?'

'One problem at a time,' Lucy said with a smile, nudging his elbow. 'Thanks, Wyatt.'

He smiled back. 'You're welcome,' he said softly.

They looked at each other for a moment, their gaze locked on each other's eyes, but as Wyatt opened his mouth to say something, Rufus then appeared from around the corner, looking agitated.

'Guys...we'd better get going. Jiya won't be able to keep the virus up for that long,' he said worriedly.

Wyatt jumped up and held out his hand to help Lucy up to her feet. His fingers hesitated before letting go of hers as they hurried over to the Lifeboat.

Lucy hoped that she would settle more into the ease of a good old mission with her two original team members once they had arrived in 1931, but somehow she felt even less relaxed as the three of them headed down the streets of town.

'Oh, my God, you guys, this is terrible,' Lucy said anxiously, mortified as she glanced at her own sixties outfit and Wyatt's modern-day jeans and jacket. 'We stand out like sore thumbs.'

'Well, there's no time to go shopping,' Wyatt said helplessly. 'Flynn's already way ahead of us.'

'I say we own it, embrace our fashion-forwardness, stop Flynn, and get the hell out of here,' Rufus said promptly as they walked along.

'What if Flynn has already done whatever it is he came here to do?' Lucy wandered aloud, and they all sighed.

'So, March 13th, 1931, Chicago. Where's Flynn headed?' Wyatt asked her.

'There's only one place I can think of,' Lucy replied heavily, casting Wyatt a dark look as they hurried on.

Al Capone was supposed to have been sent to prison for tax evasion today, so it wasn't really much of a surprise to Lucy when they saw the mobster himself speaking out to the reporters about how he was no longer being convicted, due to the prosecution having lost certain evidence. It didn't take a genius to work out that Flynn must have somehow gotten Capone off. Anxious to fix this mess as soon as possible before Capone caused any more trouble, Lucy and the others spontaneously posed as private investigators to get information on Capone and Flynn from Eliot Ness, the man who was famous for bringing Capone down. However, they had only been exchanging intel and discussing tactics on Capone for around ten minutes when Ness's house came under fire from one of Capone's hitmen, and Ness was gunned down in the attack.

'What? No,' Lucy cried in disbelief, as Wyatt checked Ness's pulse…with negative results. 'Eliot Ness, he-he can't be dead. He's not supposed to die for another 26 years!'

'How'd they even know he was here?' Rufus said incredulously.

Wyatt raised his eyebrows at him. 'How do you think? Flynn.'

'This can't be happening,' Lucy said, panicked, her head in her hands. 'I mean, Capone is out there on the loose, and the only guy that can stop him is gone!'

'We got to get out of here right now,' Wyatt said, straightening up.

'We're just supposed to leave him here like this?' Rufus asked, alarmed.

Wyatt frowned. 'What do you want to do, wait for the cops? We don't have IDs. I'm wearing button-fly jeans from The Gap!' he said irritably, and Lucy's eyes flickered automatically down to his jeans; they fit him very nicely. 'There's nothing we can do. Let's go.'

Panting and still rather shaken from the gunfire attack, they escaped Ness's house just as the cops arrived. While the sirens wailed through the streets, they found a car in one of the back alleys, which Wyatt immediately proceeded to break into.

'Where are we going?' Rufus asked, looking confused.

'To find Capone,' Wyatt replied.

'What about Flynn?'

Wyatt opened the drivers' seat of the car. 'One problem at a time,' he said simply.

'Stop saying that. Why do you keep saying that?' Lucy asked irritably, as she and Rufus scrambled into the back of the car.

Wyatt hesitated for a moment then turned to face her. 'Do you know what the very first Delta mission was?'

'1979, Iran,' Lucy replied unsurely, as she ducked down so she was hidden from view in case any cops passed by.

'That's right,' Wyatt replied, impressed, as he turned to hot-wire the engine. 'Go get the hostages out of Tehran. One of my Delta instructors, name is Diamond Dave, he was on that mission. The plane carrying the operatives lands in the desert somewhere to refuel. While it's on the ground, a Navy helicopter crashes into it due to the heavy winds. So, Dave – he wakes up from a nap, he sees the plane is on fire. Now, he still thinks they're 20,000 feet up. He can't find a parachute, so he just flings himself right out the door, right through the smoke.'

Lucy was baffled. 'Okay, this is all really nice, but what is the point of this story?' she asked, very conscious of the fact that time was of the essence here.

'So the guys afterwards asked Dave, "If you thought we were 20,000 feet in the air, why the hell would you fling yourself out the door without a parachute?" Dave just looks at him and he says, "All I knew was the plane was on fire, and I figured one problem at a time,"' Wyatt concluded with a smug little smile, and there was a crackling spark as the car engine came to life. 'First, we stop Capone, and then we worry about what Flynn wants with him and everything else.'

Rufus had rolled his eyes at Wyatt's words of wisdom, but Lucy was spellbound. She'd never seen this side of Wyatt before. It was almost as if his personal mission to Ohio had been a turning point for him, and now he had changed completely.

'So, if Al Capone is supposed to be behind bars…how do we put him there?' Wyatt asked firmly from the drivers' seat.

'I don't know,' Lucy replied helplessly. 'I mean, without Ness, this is…just…' But then she trailed off, her expression suddenly frozen.

'Lucy?' Wyatt said in a low voice; he could tell that brilliant mind of hers had thought of something, as he always knew it would.

She hesitated. 'I know who we can ask,' she said, and Wyatt smiled at her.

'Lucy, you're incredible, as always,' Wyatt murmured, and Lucy's lips trembled as she gave him an embarrassed smile. 'Just tell me where to drive.'

Convincing a prohibition agent by the name of Richard Hart to arrest Al Capone for his crimes took a considerable amount of time when they paid him a personal visit that evening - perhaps he was hesitant due to the fact that he was in actual fact Jimmy Capone, Al's elder, more moral, brother. Nevertheless, he eventually agreed, and so together the four of them gained access to Al Capone's meeting location. While the brothers reunited, Al Capone revealed to the group that Flynn had mentioned a Rittenhouse summit in D. C. in 1954 where all members would be together, but before he went into further detail, Jimmy then announced that he was going to bring Al in, to stop him from hurting innocent people.

In his fury at his brother's betrayal, Al turned suspiciously to Lucy and the others. 'That guy Flynn said these three might come looking for him,' he said in a low, angry voice, and Wyatt glanced worriedly at Lucy. 'And when he left, he asked me to do him one more favour. And being a man of my word-'

Rufus had yelled out in horror before Al Capone's gun was even fully drawn. 'Oh!'

'No! No, no, no, please!' Lucy shouted at once, her hands held out in surrender, as Wyatt and Jimmy Capone also drew out their guns in defence. 'Please. Please.'

'I made a deal to take out the coloured fella,' Al Capone snarled, his gun pointed directly at Rufus. 'Flynn says they can't follow him if I do.'

'Can't let you do that,' Jimmy said sternly.

Al Capone raised his eyebrows at him. 'Jimmy. You'd pull a gun on me? Your own brother?'

Jimmy clicked his gun in response. 'Lower your weapon, Al,' he said warningly.

'What are you gonna do? You gonna…you gonna shoot me?' Capone said sceptically.

'I don't want to.'

'But you want to take me to prison, is that right? Oh, Dad must be turning over in his damn grave right now,' Capone sat.

'Dad wasn't around to see what you became,' Jimmy pointed out.

'Neither were you!' Capone roared, furious, and Lucy shook violently as they watched, thankfully aware of Wyatt's protective presence beside her.

'You want to know why I disappeared? Because I saw what you were becoming, and I didn't want to end up like that, like all this,' Jimmy shouted. 'I may be a Capone, but you and I are nothing alike.'

Capone glanced at Rufus before turning back to his brother. 'You're right. We're not. But we're family. And family's more important than anything, which is why I know you won't shoot.'

Wyatt pushed Rufus out of the way just as Al shot him in the stomach. Jimmy shot his brother dead before he had a chance to harm anyone else, and together he and Wyatt quickly eradicated the threat of Al's hitmen.

Lucy rushed to Rufus's side; he had collapsed onto the ground, gurgling and coughing, his stomach drenched in blood.

'Aah! Oh, my God. Rufus?' she whispered, panicked.

'He sh-shot me!' Rufus whispered back, surprised, as he clutched hold of his stomach desperately.

'You got to stop the bleeding,' Wyatt told Lucy urgently, his gun still held aloft in case Capone hadn't been killed by Jimmy's shot, and Lucy grabbed a handkerchief from a nearby table to press on the wound.

'How bad is it?' Rufus asked, panting, as Wyatt crouched down beside Lucy and quickly looked over the wound.

'Bullet's still in there. We got to get him to a hospital,' Wyatt whispered urgently to Lucy, as Lucy breathed deeply, trying not to cry.

'In the '30s?' Lucy said incredulously. 'No way. They were segregated, and not good.'

Rufus was going into shock now; his face was scrunched up in agony, and his body was trembling as he tried to calm his breathing.

'Yeah, well, we can't exactly march him into an ER back home. Our faces are on every single government watch list out there,' Wyatt pointed out, and he pressed his hands over Lucy's so that they were both covering the wound up the best they could. 'I'm sorry, Rufus, I'm so sorry. I should've…I should've reacted faster.'

'One problem at a time, right?' Rufus wheezed.

Wyatt smiled weakly. 'Yeah.'

'Get me to the Lifeboat, I'll take us home,' Rufus whispered, and Lucy shook her head helplessly.

Jimmy then approached them. 'Police are on the way. Ambulance too,' he announced.

'I don't know if we can wait that long. He's lost a lot of blood. Can you stand?' Lucy asked Rufus.

'Yeah,' Rufus grunted, and with a loud groan of pain he was hoisted up to his feet.

'We're just gonna take him there ourselves. Thank you for your help, I know this was hard for you. I'm sorry,' Lucy said to Jimmy, and together she and Wyatt guided a panting, groaning Rufus out of the room.

Wyatt drove them at top speed out of town into the empty field in which they had left the Lifeboat, nearly crashing into the traffic along their way in his desperation to get Rufus the medical attention he so urgently needed. Wyatt leapt out of the drivers' seat the moment they had grinded to a halt, and rushed to the back to help Lucy get Rufus out.

'Okay, Wyatt…' Lucy said anxiously, and Wyatt threw Rufus' arm around his shoulder so he was carrying his weight, and together the three of them struggled over to the Lifeboat. 'Come on, Rufus. Stay with us!'

Rufus was wheezing more than ever as Lucy and Wyatt sat him down into the pilot's seat once they were finally inside.

'Okay, Rufus,' Lucy said, trying to stay calm.

'Got to buckle him in,' Wyatt said agitatedly, trying to strap Rufus in.

Lucy shook Rufus urgently, trying to keep him alert as he spluttered. 'Rufus, look at me. You have to get us back, okay? We don't know how.'

'Come on, buddy,' Wyatt said comfortingly, buckling him in.

Rufus looked like he might faint at any second. 'I just-'

'Good.'

'I just-'

'Come here,' Lucy said, her hand catching Wyatt's as she too helped strap Rufus in, and she clutched Rufus's shoulder urgently. 'You want me to push a button? This one? This one right here?'

She did so, and the capsule immediately began whirring, the engine starting up, the rumbling increasing…

'In the seat. Get in the seat,' Wyatt said urgently to Lucy, as they rushed to their seats.

'We're right here. Okay,' Lucy panted, alarmed by the glazed look in Rufus's bloodshot eyes.

'You got this, Rufus. Come on,' Wyatt said determinedly as he buckled himself in and quickly helped Lucy with her own seatbelts. 'Stick with us, Rufus!'

But tears were rolling down Rufus's cheeks as he struggled to grab onto the console. 'Tell Jiya…' he murmured, but he trailed off, unable to speak.

'We're buckled in. Get us out of here!' Lucy said fiercely, but then her face fell as she saw Rufus's head drop limply to his side in the pilot's seat; her eyes widened in panic. 'What?'

'Rufus,' Wyatt whispered, terrified, and he and Lucy quickly undid their seatbelts as he shouted, 'Rufus!'

Lucy leapt to his side. 'Rufus!'

'Hey!' Wyatt yelled, but Rufus had fully collapsed.

'Oh my God, Wyatt, he's out! He's unconsciousness!' Lucy cried despairingly, shaking Rufus's cold, clammy face.

'Dammit, what do we do?' Wyatt demanded, his hands in his hair as the engine continued to rumble.

'Why the hell weren't we trained how to pilot this thing in case of incidences like this?!'

'It can't be that hard, can it...just...press a few buttons...' Wyatt said desperately, staring in horror at the complicated console lit up before them. 'Ugh, it's no use! We need to get him to hospital-'

'Wyatt, I told you, we can't, they wouldn't be able to save him!' Lucy cut over him sharply, tears forming in her eyes as she clutched onto Rufus. 'Oh God, look, he's lost too much blood already!'

'Shit. Shit, shit, shit...'

'N-no, he can't die and we can't getting trapped in the past again, no way,' Lucy said in a shaking voice.

Wyatt put a hand on her shoulder. 'If it's any consolation, I can think of worse people to be stuck here with,' he said weakly, panting, but Lucy shrugged his hand off her.

'It might be just me you're stuck with if we don't do anything!' she snapped tearfully, aware of the engine still reverberating threateningly around them. 'C'mon, maybe you're right, we need to get him out of here-'

'There's not enough time, he'll be dead before we get to any doctor now!' Wyatt interrupted heavily, his eyes welling up too.

'Oh God, no, Rufus!' Lucy whimpered, dropping to her knees as she held onto Rufus's hands desperately. 'Rufus, wake up!'

'Rufus. Rufus, please,' Wyatt said in a low voice, crouching down beside his friend. 'You gotta wake up, me and Lucy need you. We can't do this without you, we need you!'

'Rufus! Please!'

A moment passed, and as Rufus stayed sat there limply with no sign of movement, Lucy and Wyatt turned to face each other. Their hands met just as Rufus jumped awake with a spluttering gasp and groan of pain.

'Rufus?!' Wyatt yelped in delight.

He and Lucy were half-laughing, half-crying in relief, and Lucy flung her arms joyfully around Rufus without thinking.

'Oh, Rufus, we thought we'd lost you!' she cried, but Wyatt pulled her away at once.

'Don't hug him, Lucy, the bullet-'

Lucy grimaced awkwardly, panicked. 'Oh no, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-'

'C'mon, Rufus, get us out of here. We'll help you, c'mon, we'll guide your arms,' Wyatt said urgently, more concerned than ever by the pulsating blood in Rufus's stomach, 'tell us what to press-'

'You guys need to be strapped in-' Rufus protested, but Wyatt cut over him fiercely.

'To hell with that.'

'Yeah, j-just tell us what to do!' Lucy said hastily.

Rufus gave them an ominous look. 'You'd better hold on to each other.'

'Not a problem,' Wyatt assured him, catching Lucy's eye. 'Just tell us what to do, and we'll get ourselves back to 2017 together, all right?'

'Together,' Lucy said firmly in a tremoring voice, and she nodded. 'Stay with us, Rufus, we're gonna get you help as soon as we get home...'

And so Rufus let Wyatt move his hands to press various controls, all the while Lucy speaking urgent words of comfort to keep him awake as they worked, and soon the engine was whirring once more. Before they knew it, they were off, travelling back to the present (hopefully)...Lucy and Wyatt crouched around the pilot's seat with Wyatt's arms wrapped protectively around Lucy to stop her from falling as the capsule shook them violently, praying internally that Rufus would be able to make it before he bled out...

The only problem was that they were all law-breakers now, in hiding and on the run. Rufus couldn't exactly just walk into a hospital. So how were they going to be able to save his life?